She exhaled a groan of pleasure—but one with unsatisfied edges.
She wantedthatinside her. Watching him touch himself… It pulled something new from her. Each time they’d been together, she’d wanted him with every cell of her being. But the way she wanted him now… It was heightened.
It was as if she would die of want without him.
A feeling began to gather in the center of her, pulling her tight with building need. “Sebastian,” she said. Nay, notsaid. Pleaded…begged.“I want you inside me when I…” she trailed, unable to finish a thought, much less a sentence.
Without taking his eyes off her, or his hand off himself, he rose and stepped forward, his solid, muscular form making way between her legs, his manhood only inches from where she wanted it—inside her.
Yet, oh, it felt so far away.
He didn’t grab her legs like she all but demanded—or plunge inside her like her quim all but demanded. Instead, he tucked his thumb beneath her chin, tipped her head back, and pressed his mouth to hers. Slowly, thoroughly, he kissed her until she was a senseless, trembly bundle of need.
Deliberately, he pressed forward, so she lay flat on her back and he hovered above her, supporting himself with an elbow to the side of her head, his body angled so his manhood slid against her mons pubis. Then he was entering her with a single smooth stroke, filling her to her limit—and beyond it.
“Sebastian,” she breathed out as tingly sensation swept through her. “You were correct.”
“About?”
“This does feel better in a bed.”
His smile against her neck as he plunged deeper inside her, that felt good, too.
Everything with this man felt good…too good.
She hoped he truly meant what he’d started.
Because she was never letting him go.
Chapter Sixteen
The feel ofDelilah…of being inside her…the press of their naked bodies slicked with sweat against each other…her sex tight around him…her hips angled as if she couldn’t get enough…
In his bed.
Now that he had her here, he might never let her leave it.
She was so potent a temptation that she brought out the medieval warlord in him.
Claim…possess…That was one way to have her—as bodies designed solely to pleasure one another.
But he wanted her as more than her body.
He wanted all of her—and he wanted it given freely.
This act of mutual pleasure was a giving—not a taking.
So much of their relations with one another felt rooted in the physical. But it was the feeling beneath pleasured nerve endings that gave the act true satisfaction. It wasn’t simply a meeting of complimentary body parts. It channeled deeper to a place inside him that had ever remained untouched.
Until this summer.
And as he plunged in and out of her, he poured all that feeling into the act. This wasn’t claiming and possessing—well, it was that, too. But it wasn’tonlyclaiming and possessing. It was also wooing and winning.
Her teeth found one of his nipples and bit lightly. Sparks lit through him, and his mouth found her neck and sucked as he plunged harder, deeper. “Oh, Sebastian,” she groaned.
Sharp fingernails were now scraping down his back, demanding more of him—all he had—deeper…faster.
Sometimes wooing and winning looked remarkably like claiming and possessing.
